Porn Star and a Baby

Dream one:  I'm sitting up in bed with jenna jameson (one of her younger incarnations).  She is under the covers next to me, hair pulled up and topless.  she is showing me some new sex game on her iphone.  I tell her I don't really need to see that.  I mention "I don't have to see or talk about sex all the time you know?"  My wife then walks in the room and I tell her we are just having a discussion, that's all.  I hate i remember the details of this dream so vividly. . .vivid...wasn't that a porn company she was apart of? 

Next dream I find a baby on the side of the road someone has discarded and driven off.  It is in it's baby carriage.  I get really upset because I didn't see the car drive off, I only heard it.  I tell myself I would rather them have had an abortion than to leave a baby stranded they didn't want. . .I then shook my head in disbelief that I even said that.  The baby then shrunk to the size of my palm.  It fit in my hand. . .I'm trying to give him milk and put him close to my chest to keep him warm when I go somewhere to tell some group of people we have to help this child.  My dream shifts and now I'm on a trailer on the back of a train.  My two sons are on it and liam is sliding off. I grab him and pull him up and tell him to stay close to the middle, and realize I dropped the little baby in the sand.  I hop of the train, grab the baby get back on the train and dust him off a bit.  The dream concludes thank God.

Dream Within A Dream

I remember walking into a lab of sorts and a couple of people (friends?) hooking up monitors to me to observe my dream state.  Guy handed me a cup and I asked if it was an anesthtic.  He replied, no, "just some hot chocolate to relax you."  I take a sip and place it on the table next to me as they hand me some goggles to cover my eyes.  I place them and try to fall asleep, unsuccessfully at first, light peeping through until I realize that I am dreaming.  I become aware I am dreaming within this dream, though I was not aware I was dreaming prior to entering the 2nd dream state.  I realize, "aha, you guys can manipulate my dreams now, because I noticed the people aren't doing what I would like them to do.  I try to catch up and talk to some female on the sidewalk and she has nothing to do with me.  I realize this might be difficult.  Then I am apparently watching myself (or what I would am dreaming myself to be)  I see a red firebird speed up nearby and screetch to a halt and me with a handle bar mustach (like a biker) and a long mullet hops out of the car. . .I'm thinking to myself...this is what I'm dreaming right now?  I'm dreaming I'm some kind of douchebag who thinks he's cool pretending to be some undercover cop?  and as abrubtly as it began, it ended.

One/two for remembering

I've done a poor job of logging my dreams of late.  Of those dreams I can remember, I will begin with the latest.  I remember driving down our county road with a friend (of varying degrees) named Dason.  All of a sudden storm clouds and a tornado begin following us.  I hit the gas and am swerving all over the road from the wind.  Next thing you know there is a tornado of brownish color directly in front of me and there are snowflakes wipping out of it.  It's snowing again in my dream. . . This concludes that dream.

Another dream that happened around a month or so ago...Abbye, my wife, and I are in the womans apartment that I had an affair with.  Abbye wants to look around and I just want to go.  I didn't feel right.  The girl gets home and has a date with her...an indian (india) guy, (she had this indian fetish, among others) I politely say hello pat him on the back, tell her sorry we are here...she goes to the bathroom to fix herself up and somehow we all get in the same car together.  My wife and this girl in the back seat, and a group full of indian guys, some of which look like the cast from Outsourced.  I'm thinking this is odd.  The car turns into some kind of seating in a gymnasium and I see my father in law walking towards me...I look back and my wife is gone but this girl is still behind me.  I think to myself, "great" he's going to think something is up.  I greet him and tell him Abbye was just with me. . .shortly thereafter I wake up.

One day, when I'm not so rushed for time I will sit and write these out where it's not so stream of thought and disjointed. . .but they are dreams right?